The younger brother's face twisted, cheap Xi Xi said: "You went to that corrupt place, you will never have the chance to come back, now do not appreciate your expression, I will be very sorry."
With his nails deeply embedded in the flesh and his fists clattering because of excessive force, Field asked coldly, "I'm not bothering you, why are you targeting me?"
"Because of that damn bottle of pique you gave me. When I take it, I can't break through the first order! Everyone's calling me a loser behind my back, and this is all your fault! You must have poisoned it!"
Field was disgusted. "That's your talent."
"Oh, anyway, if you have a lover, I will catch her and let countless homeless people ravaged!" Oh, pity you don't have a future, bastard!" The younger brother made a triumphant face.
"Fuck! You scum!" Field was so angry, the owner was such a bad guy.
Sure enough, doing good things will make enemies for themselves, really repair Bridges and roads without skeletons, murder and arson gold belt. These bastards, who have no sense of decency or shame, have to be taught by their fists! "You want to die!"
A sharp knee knock sent him flying backwards, and Field sprang up with another kick in his face, blood all over his ugly face.
Everyone was shocked that Field, who had always been honest, could be so cruel.
"I hate it when people threaten me."
Before the guards could react, Field grabbed his brother by the curly blond hair and began to bump it against the ground.
Suddenly he felt his neck tighten, his whole body was choked and held high.
Just for a moment, a painful sense of suffocation, immediately let Field feel that death is approaching.
"What are you doing to my Lord?" Field was strangled by a beautiful woman with long wine-red hair and, most notably, a mysterious rune on her forehead.
"The Chosen One? Field was stunned.
The key to the extraordinary power of this world lies in the Chosen Ones, who are very special beings, above ambition and magic, with all kinds of incredible powers, including combat, support and construction.
The fuck is, only women are chosen, and maybe all the gods in this world are fucking women.
Just as Field was about to pass out, he felt a whirl and then a sharp pain in his back, and he was thrown against the wall.
"Oh, really dare not kill."
"Ah! I'll kill you!" The younger brother coughed loudly and pulled out his knife.
Field wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, no match for the Chosen in any way. Field stopped talking to them, swallowed the pain, turned his head and walked away quickly.
Unexpectedly, the younger brother, who has not yet taken office, already has the protection of the Chosen, which makes Field feel even more dangerous.
With no money to sit around and die, and now having offended his brother, Field knew he had to act, or risk being taken by his brother tonight, any kind of crazy torture.
"When I'm full of growth, I'll come back and fuck you." Field's eyes were lowered, the anger in his eyes unconcealed.
Under nine-year compulsory education, there are no cowards!
"So, what's this annoying green spot like a fly?" Field thought about the map in front of him, only he could see, "This is through the day appeared, perhaps related to the Lord's talent."
Where there is Yin, there is Yang, and the "chosen one" corresponds to the "Lord", as long as the contract is signed with the chosen one, they can feedback each other and grow together.
Lords have unique talents, often related to the chosen ones of the covenant, and their own territories. But there are also rare innate talents, which are those who have no territory, no covenant of the Chosen, but a gift.
There is no original owner, of course, but Field, who has traveled through time, has this rare gift.
Of course, it does not rule out floaters or cataracts, everything has to wait to see later to know, anyway, it is not far, in the city of Golden Eagle.
Simply packed up, the butler had received the gold coins, and with the servants, was waiting for Field with a face of despair.
Knowing that he was going to the cursed place, the butler wanted to hang himself, but he could not go to heaven, so he had to go to his death.
"Let's go." Field was preoccupied and in no mood to comfort his housekeeper.
As soon as the door of the manor was opened, a cavalrymen in ragged armor came into view, and out of them came men in red robes, carrying long spears. "My honor, Baron Field, I am Conner, captain of the cavalry, and I am the escort. I trust that we shall have a pleasant journey."
"That's up to you, Connor."
Field answered politely, but alarm bells were ringing inside him.
It was said to be an accompanying escort, but the bandit look on the face of the cavalry did not have any sense of security, and Field even suspected that they would be killed after going out to rob the money.
It's unlikely, of course, that a registered knight would normally murder a noble and ruin his future.
Field shrugged. "Probably to supervise me, to supervise my execution."
"Go to the Golden Eagle first, open up the night collar, need a lot of supplies."
Field is going to see what the green spot is.
The city of Golden Eagle, as the second largest city of the Ross family territory, with unparalleled commercial power, was sealed to Field's second sister, it is said that the tax income of one year, there are six hundred thousand gold coins, compared to Field's poor five hundred gold coins, it is particularly dazzling.
In a horse-drawn carriage, Field spent the morning arriving at the city, which covers an area of 40 square kilometers.
Unlike modern times, the soldiers guarding the gates of the city, leaning loosely against the walls, told nasty jokes, or hurled insults at the lowly people entering the city, charging high fees to enter the city.
It was not until he saw the cavalry advancing in front of Field that one of the officers jerked up from his chair.
"Move those untouchable things away, grown-ups are going through here, grow your eyes, fools!"
The lazy soldiers straightened their backs at once, and, with curses and curses, drove the commoners and merchants aside, leaving the gates open, and then saluted Field with a fawning expression.
Although Field is not favored, but after all is an aristocrat, ordinary people still dare not offend.
Slowing the horse, Field followed the direction of the green dot and edged closer.
The city gate officer breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he did not trouble him, it was another beautiful day, continue to let his men collect taxes, he poured two sips of olive wine, continue to lie on the chair in the sun.
Guided by Green Dot, Field travels to the slave market north of the city.
"Ouch! This bloody, sour nose of hogweed mixed with the weird smell of manure." Connor, the captain of the cavalry, frowned and fanned the air in front of him, but to no effect, the smell still penetrated his nose.